Betrayal's Cycle: A Love Forged

My job was to predict disasters, and the data screamed: "Massive avalanche coming for Crestwood."

It was a statistical certainty, a one-in-a-hundred-year event aimed right at my girlfriend Chloe' s hometown, the place she desperately wanted to go for our anniversary.

I tried to warn her, but she scoffed, dismissing my professional analysis as "dramatic" and a pathetic attempt to "control everything."

"You always do this," she snapped. "If you're going to be like this, I'll just go with Chad. I'm sure he'd love a ski trip."